Deserted on an island with a guy who kidnapped me? WTF

KIDNAPPED! Kim is a spoiled rich kid who is used to everyone listening to her, until she meets the incredibly sexy Andrew. Andrew gives her a run for her money and kidnaps her onto an island where he is boss!
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I grazed my fingers over his jawline, thick with
stubble now, and I touched his soft lips. "So now that you know
my deep dark secrets… I want you to tell me something I don't
know." He lifted his eyebrows in surprise. A grin spread over his
thick lips and I waiting anxiously for his response. "I've got
into a lot of trouble these past few years, bar fights, arrests,
anger management." I sent him a flirtatious smile. "So you're a
badass." He laughed at me, but for the first time I laughed with
him.

"What did you get arrested for?" I asked him and he seemed to get
a little tense. "I went out to a bar with my friend Jake and he
was selling drugs to people and he had me hold it for him. So
when the cops pulled us over, I was arrested for possession of
cocaine." I gasped and couldn't stop myself from saying, "Holy
Shit, my dad didn't do a background check before he hired you…
Are the other guys criminals too?" I spit out and he laughed for
the longest time before answering me. "Hell yeah, most of them
were fresh out of jail. That's why they stared at you so much,
the first women they've seen in a bikini in years." He threw his
head back in laughter and I just glared at him. "I really hope
you're kidding…" I crossed my arms trying to cover myself
thinking about all those males staring at me. Usually I took
enjoyment out of teasing men, but not if they were truly
dangerous. "Of course I'm kidding, Kim." He continued laughing,
but eventually I elbowed him in his bruises. "Ouch. Fine I get
it." He said and put his arm around me. "What was your plan? I
mean… what were you planning to do once we got here?" My eyes
softened and I felt tears coming on. How can I forgive him after
what he's done to me? "Obviously I get into these situations
because I act on impulse. I didn't really have a plan, I just
wanted to scare you after all that shit you did to me." Mission
accomplished, I thought to myself. He sighed loudly and ran his
hands through his thick brown hair. "Now we're fucked." He said
with disappointment and looked away from me.

I didn't know what to say, because part of me blamed him for
this situation. I still had a block between me and him, because
after all he did rape me. I blamed myself too because if I hadn't
accused him of sexual advances, stole his clothes, and tortured
him then we wouldn't be here. It was a weird feeling to sit next
to someone who I hated before, but needed now. "Did anyone know
that he did that stuff to you?" He asked me after a few moments
of silence. I guess he still couldn't get it out of his head. I
moved away from him a little bit, it felt uncomfortable to talk
about these things that were always secrets to me. "I never told
anyone." I lied to him out of habit. I couldn't change my ways so
quickly. "Why did you get into so many bar fights?" I asked to
change the subject. "Ehh, I was always so mad at everything. I
thought I always had something to prove, someone to impress." I
glanced over at him and thought to myself, how old is Andrew? He
is definitely over 21 if he has gotten into several bar fights…
"I have another question… How old are you?" He hesitated to
answer, as if he remembered I'm only 17. "Twenty-Five" He said
and I counted the years in my head.

My heart beat quickened from excitement and fear all at once. I
felt myself inching towards him again, pouting my lips as if to
call him on me. It worked. Andrew leaned over me and kissed me
slowly. Color rushed to my cheeks and my heart was beating so
fast I could feel the pulse in my toes. His lips were soft and
pressed against mine with a sense of urgency. His fingers gently
brushed the hair away from face and I put mine around his neck.
When we came up for air, I looked at him differently than before.
He was a good person, I just pushed him to the extreme and he
pushed me back. He was coming in for another kiss when I put my
hands between us and he looked confused. "What?" He asked and I
looked down at my hands. "Andrew, I just wanted to say…
I'm…s…sorry." I said after much struggle. I had never told
someone sorry before, usually other people groveled at my feet. I
was used to accepting or denying apologies, but this time I had
to wait those precious seconds while Andrew considered what I
said.

"Let's just call it a wash, we're even." He said and kissed me
once more on the lips. I smiled at him and we lay back down. The
sun had set, it was cold, and I just wanted him to hold me. He
wrapped his arms around me, and his legs enclosed mine. I took a
few deep breaths and tried to fall asleep.

When the sun came up the fire was dead, but I felt more alive
than ever. I slid out from underneath his grasp and tested my
ankle, it seemed so much better today. I walked over the water's
edge and felt the ocean wash over my feet. I turned to see if
Andrew was awake yet but he was curled up on the sand. I took my
clothes off and threw them into the sand and then walked into the
ocean. I scrubbed my skin and wet my hair. I swam through the
waves for what seemed like hours before Andrew got up and started
looking me. I hide in the water, because after all I still liked
to play pranks on people. Only the top of my head was visible in
the water and I watched him walk around the fire, look into
jungle, peer out into the sea. His brows furrowed and panic set
in. He ran into the jungle and I lost his figure through the
trees. I laughed to myself, Andrew was worried about me.

I stayed in the water waiting for him to reappear from the
jungle. When he did his hands were rubbing his temple and just
then he spotted me in the water. He instantly glared at me, but
more playful than angry. "What the hell are you doing?" He
screamed at me and I waved him over. He spotted my clothes lying
on the beach and he grinned.